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Posted by Songbird on 6/22/2008, 4:42 pm
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Stan Lee presents: When bionically enhanced vocal chords are manifested into hard sound constructs through a specially designed carapace, Melissa Gold becomes Marvel's sensational, sexy, singing siren of sound - Songbird!
Songbird #3 (Issue 3, Vol. 1)
I Went to Ohio...And My City Was Gone
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Form 31.22-A
Homeland Security Agency
Directorate of Emergency Preparedness and Response
Division of Superhuman Operations
Internal Memorandum - Comission on Superhuman Activities
To: Director Henry Peter Gyrich
From: Dallas Riordan, Deputy to the Director
Re: Melissa Gold (Songbird)
After yesterday's event, it is in my best opinion (as Deputy to the Director) that we do not proceed with any action against one Melissa Gold (Songbird) nor do we deem her as a threat - inspite of what Norman Osborne testifies about her apparent (too apparent?) "defection" from the Thunderbolts. It is only through personal experience that I form this opinion, having served beside Melissa Gold on several occasions. It would not only conflict with all psychological data we have on record for Melissa Gold, but with the person I knew as well. With other more percievable, current, and deadlier threats (i.e. - the Annihilation Wave, Deadpool's War, and the underground rumblings of a Skrull invasion) it is again in my best judgement that we do not assign resources away to what I would consider at best a frivilous and wasted pursuit.
It is this Deputy's opinion that we should instead keep closer tabs on Norman Osborne and the Thunderbolts, as recent mishandled operations have suggested a lack of cohesion among Osborne and his team.
Again, this is only my opinion (suggestion) as to what action to take, and as Director, I know you will do what will.
-Dallas Riordan
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Cleveland Hopkins-International Airport...
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The Airport. Always a hassle these days. Always long lines, always delays. Severe weather often leading to cancellations. But today is atypically hectic at Hopkins-International. All flights in and out have been grounded as only hours ago the Annihilation Wave hit, and with it widespread panic and terror. A feeling shared by most of the airport's stranded save a few. Sally Floyd, reporter for Front Line, is one of the few...
"Ben!" Sally shouts into her cell phone among the din of the crowded airport, "Yeah...it's me...no, I'm stuck in Cleveland of all places!"
"...Cleveland?...," Ben Urich responds, home in New York, in the Frontlines office.
"Yeah," Sally continues as she looks around the airport, "Remind me never to go to L.A. again. What's happening? Why all the panic?"
"A swarm of aliens landed on Earth a few hours back."
"Yeah? So? What else is new?"
"This one just about destroyed everything in it's way...some landed in New York...some Canada...Omega Flight fought as best they could, but...Sally...they're making their way over Lake Erie now..."
"You mean they're heading here!? Why didn't you tell me!?"
"...Sally...it...they...they destroyed Ontario...I'm sorry...I don't know what you can do..."
"I'm going to do what I do best, Ben," she steps to the airport's outside, spotting a news van and live report, "I'm going to get the story."
"...but Sally..."
She hangs up and curiously approaches the news van, studying the crew as she listens to the reporter...
"...All of Downtown has already been evacuated and as you can see by the crowds here at the airport...," the broadcaster reports as Sally nonchalantly slips behind the youngest member of the crew, standing near the van and observing.
"Pssst," she whispers, not wanting to attract the others, "You a camera man?"
"Um...an intern actually," the young man replies.
"Know how to work a camera?" Sally inquires.
"Well, yeah but-"
"Got one with a shoulder pack and remote band in there?" Sally smiles flirtaciously.
"Yeah...but..."
"Kid...you steal one off that van and come with me and I'll make you the most famous camera man in the world," Sally bats her eyes at the gangly young man.
"I could...like...lose my internship and..."
"Alright," Sally says sternly, digging into her purse and pulling out a wad of cash, "I'll pay."
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...I scream...
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Burke Lakefront Airport (evacuated)...downtown Cleveland...
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Songbird emerges from beneath the surface and struggles to pull herself from the choppy waters of Lake Erie*, using the breakwall lining the landing strip of the downtown airport for leverage...
(Songbird was "shunted" to Cleveland and dropped in Lake Erie by Moonstone last ish - Eric)
...But this time it's not to defend myself...or to make a construct to take out the bad guy...
She pulls herself to dry land and screams again. The tremendous power of her vocal chords causes massive rippling and turbulance in the lake's waters...
...This time I'm screaming out of anger and frustration...anger at Karla...anger at Norman...but most of it is directed at myself...for seeing it coming and still letting it happen...for letting myself be manipulated...I let all the anger out because right now I can't let it get to me...I have other things to do first...
Songbird walks the landing strip in the oddly discomforting silence of the airport. Not a sound to be heard. Not the mildest hum of an engine or propellar or even a soul to be seen. Melissa looks into the distant skyline of the downtown city, noticing a football stadium prominent among the many skyscrapers...
...Like find out where the hell I am...
Songbird's wings flare to light a dazzling pink as she takes steadfast to the sky. Within moments she is approaching the stadium, finding nothing but the same disturbing lack of activity and emptiness along the streets she soars gracefully above. She gazes down into the open stadium as she passes over. The stadiums football field answering her earlier inquiry as she reads it's endzones...
...The Browns?...I'm in Cleveland?...of all the places...
She lands atop the stadium and looks in each direction. Over the outstretching highways and typically busy downtown streets. Nothing anywhere. Not even the sound of a bird chirping, let alone one to be seen...
...I know Cleveland isn't the most thriving city there is...but there has to be somebody somewhere that can tell me what's going on...
And with that Songbird takes to the sky once more...
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Meanwhile...in the dilapidated downtown apartment of Eugene Paul Patilio...
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"What was I thinking!? Good one, Eugene," he scorns himself as he paces his floor, "Stupid!"
Eugene is a good man. He's tried hard all his life to do the right thing. To show the people that teased and bullied him all his life, his father among them, that he was a better person than all of them. Eugene is even a smart man. Sadly, he never amounted to much, as evidenced by his run-down efficiency apartment. For Eugene it wasn't that he didn't try. He just happened to pick the wrong profession...
"Stay downtown, Eugene," he continues to admonish himself as he looks out his fifth floor window at the empty city, "The other heroes will come, I said. You can help fight with them...get back in the game," he sighs in hopeless desperation, "Face it - no one is coming. I'm stuck here and am probably gonna get killed by this Annihilation thing."
He turns from his window just as a brilliant pink streaks through the sky, still getting Eugene's attention...
"Wait a minute! What was that!?"
He leans through the window, seeing the dazzling shade of Songbird streaking off into the distance...
"Alright!" he says enthusiastically, "They're here!" he runs to the closet and throws the door open, looking down at the large, taped-up box, "It's been a while since I suited up," he says as he rips the box open.
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